Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The matter in the chamber of secrets is over, at least it seems to outsiders. The students have already left the castle with their luggage in the early morning. The children who didn't understand were chattering about the savior and the chamber of secrets, while guessing their grades at the end of the semester-although the war came three or four years later, no one knew about it now, and the children still didn't know the cruelty of the world.

"Very envious, isn't it?"

"what?"

It turned out to be a portrait of an aristocrat on the right side of the portrait of a knight. It was a young man with frowning brows and a pensive expression in the portrait: "Children come to school and leave after a year. If there is no accident after seven years Or they can't be the professors of Hogwarts, they will never have the chance to enter this castle again, I often listen to the sighs of the seventh graders, they want to stay here forever, but we, who are kept here forever, envy them even more Isn't it?"

Nonsense, one is alive, one is dead, one is a wizard and the other is just a portrait, is there any comparison between them?

The world of portraits is simple and straightforward.

If they don't like you, they will refuse your entry and refuse to talk to you.When he was curious to get close to a painting hanging in the corridor, the gray-bearded old man on it gave him a contemptuous glance, then turned his head away.

The colors of such portraits are usually darker, not as bright as the ones in the hall, and they are all portraits, almost all of them are old people, occasionally a few middle-aged people are more arrogant, but it is no wonder that if a wizard is young They are already famous and have portraits, so they are indeed more proud, although their young faces not only prove that they have become famous in the middle of their lives, but also prove the misfortune of their untimely death.

The portraits of Hogwarts have a contract. They belong exclusively to Hogwarts and are the private property of the castle. Except for the portraits of the previous principals in the principal's office, they cannot leave Hogwarts, even if they are famous My wizard, when your portrait is hung in this castle, there is no way to go to your own frame outside Hogwarts.

When it comes to these, the portraits in the hall look very disdainful, those portraits of wizards look down on them, and they can naturally look down on these guys who put on airs and have no brains and rarely interact with each other after death.

"Green, are you coming tomorrow?"

Merlin, he really didn't know how to deal with the portrait of a girl with an innocent face, since she passed by her frame, she followed him all the way.

"Maybe, if we can find our way back smoothly tonight."

In fact, I don’t blame wizard portraits for looking down on these portraits that were created out of thin air and never gained life, because their characters, behaviors, and even ways of thinking are all determined by the wizard’s momentary hope or idea when he draws them.

So it will be the same for hundreds of years and 1000 years, babies still only cry and don’t understand anything, the pensive poet is meditating all day long, the innocent girl looks at everything around her with her big eyes, and a few cows are grazing , even though they just move their mouths to the edge of the grass to make a chewing motion.But apart from occasionally looking up and playing with their partners, they still do that meaningless chewing action most of the time.

Because they are just portraits.

"Goodbye, White Knight."

He spent the whole day in the Great Hall, and he had to leave until night fell over Hogwarts again.

"Good-bye, little fellow! Oh, would Hercules let you enter its frame again?"

Does it dare not let it go?

Walking back to the painting of flames and magma, the black-haired and green-eyed boy smiled back at the innocent girl who was still reluctant to say goodbye and the energetic White Knight: "It's okay, Hercules is actually very lonely. Yes, it wants more people to say hello to it."

Talking nonsense without blinking, he walked straight towards the flames and disappeared into the painting.

However, the huge snake that has been curled up there today moved its tail tip, and did not dare to make a sound. In the eyes of other portraits, there was a burst of good-natured ridicule. Hercules was shy, what a news! .

First the Potions classroom, and then cautiously, well, almost terrified, back to the painting full of lake water.

There were voices in the head Slytherin's office.

He stood there stiffly and did not dare to move, he was stuck on the edge of the portrait, not daring to take a step further, in the painting there was always the afternoon sun, comfortable and gentle, with the gently rippling lake water, he and the squid with big eyes shrunk under the water surface Stare small.

"Whoa..."

The sound of water.

Well, not in the painting, but outside the painting.

There is also a very strange smell, not bad, but definitely not good!

"...Googling..."

The sound of bubbling.

Snape was brewing a potion?Great, a potion master is absolutely concentrating on configuring the potion. In order to avoid disturbing him, he must have set up defensive spells and other messy things early on. Passing by" should be no problem, right?

Very carefully, very carefully stretched out his head and glanced out.

The room was still the same room, but it was shrouded in thick smoke, and there was a dark figure behind it.

That's great, it's still facing away from this painting!

Without saying a word, he crossed the lake as if fleeing, landed on the thick cashmere carpet, and slammed the door hard.He didn't have time and couldn't see, just after he passed the portrait, Snape looked up sharply behind him.

Of course nothing.

The potion master, who thought he was delusional, continued to focus on the potion he was brewing.

Panting, climb up the chair from the carpet.

Very well, the secret room is still the secret room, and the mirror is still hanging there, although it is nagging and obtrusive.

Patience, just be patient and don't go out for a few days, the students are already on vacation, and the Potions professor should leave school soon and go back to his home in Spider's End, by then he can go wherever he thinks and don't have to be so worried.

Rubbing my tired eyes, tossing for a day and a night, troublesome, damn it, why are the portraits in my own frame and start to sleep as soon as I close my eyes?

Why didn't Salazar Slytherin draw an extra bed in his portrait?

Leaning back on the chair, he closed his eyes in a daze.

"Aerys, oh, master, have you ignored Iris yet?" the mirror muttered persistently.

Iris?Basilisk?Oh... Basilisk, don't worry, just passing by the head Slytherin's office, Snape is brewing a recovery potion, it's the one for Aerys, I must have seen it in the book in the secret room outside.Aerys can't die...

Having come to this conclusion while half asleep and half awake, he completely fell asleep with peace of mind.

He didn't have any brain cells to think about it, he shouldn't and couldn't know what kind of potion Snape was brewing, Merlin...